A Group of middle life women were having lunch, and were admiring the scenery wharfside on a drizzly winter afternoon.
Down at the water's edge, a surfer had suffered a twist or a break in his foot or his leg. As he sat on the shore waiting for the medical professionals to arrive, a small cluster of surfers kept him comfortable, warm and hydrated. Several feet away stood a concerned clutch of observers, and further back passersby glanced over curiously.
The women couldn't take their eyes off of the scene. The three with their backs to the action kept flipping their heads around to keep up with the action.
Said one of the gals, in disgust, "Oh, look at those two guys on the pier. One of them is looking over there with binoculars!"
The other gals clucked in shared disgust.
"Hey - there they go!" said another woman. "They're cutting off his pants! Why do you suppose they always cut off their pants?"
The women all sighed in unison.
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